m o r e l e j a

sometimes I think I’m distracted

now I know I’m not at all

I’ve got one thing on my mind

one thing in my mind

it’s a long cold walk back home

in the dark without a car

you can distract yourself with metaphors

but it’s so cold outside

it’s watering your eyes

We are not a proud race

it’s not a race at all

we’re just trying -

I’m only trying to get home

drunk drivers, drunk drivers

in a weird way it’s better this way

these wheels don’t stumble

these headlights don’t flinch

they are born killers

and they don’t cry at night

at the end of the day

we live up to our name

it is right there on the cover of the book

We are not a proud race

it’s not a race at all

we’re just trying -

I’m only trying to get home

drunk drivers, drunk drivers

it doesn’t have to be like this

it doesn’t have to be like this

it doesn’t have to be like this